Without hesitation after receiving the order, the middle-aged sword cultivator went straight out of the ranks, and when he walked through the edge of the mad spirit land, he stretched out his hand and picked a cut from the branches that could be seen everywhere.

At this moment, the eyes of the audience were focused on him, and they were a little surprised to see this move, and then they understood.

"It's very clever to supplement the strength in this way. ”

Life cultivation for a living, Luosang Gumu contains infinite pure vitality, when Thirteen Lang got a branch to save the dead girl, today's sword cultivation takes its body, needless to say that potential, endurance and even strength will be enhanced.

"Does it count as cheating?"

"No, it shouldn't be. The ghost king responded like this, as if he was speaking for the celebrity Xiu.

In the underworld, such a large-scale Yang cultivation entry into the realm is a rare thing to encounter in 10,000 years, and when the interception is put aside and the yin and yang competition is really underway, the ghosts and creatures of all parties involuntarily substitute into it, hoping to see a fair and just competition.

The words of the murderous creature before were very reasonable, everyone was cultivating, and there was only one ultimate goal: to attain the Dao! Yin and Yang Fighting Method, verifying the Dao Fa from the negative side, maybe it would bring insight, and it would not be a rare opportunity? On the other hand, once the group killing unfolded, the confusion was thinking about how to kill the opponent while protecting oneself, and how could one have the kung fu to do that. Aside from that, the opportunity to see and even participate in an event that is destined to be famous for generations to come is rare in itself.

Regardless of whether they win or lose, Shengxiu can't run away anyway, and magnified his thoughts, in the environment of the underworld and Yokonuma, they are like a group of monkeys that have broken into the territory of the tiger, no matter how high they jump and how fast they climb, even if they survive today's catastrophe, they will eventually be destroyed. Thinking about this, the mentality of the surrounding ghost kings has changed a lot, and they not only acquiesce in this competition, but also have a little expectation.

I hope that the cultivation will last a little longer so that you can see more clearly.

"If you have the right tactics, you may not have no chance. ”

"The Great Realm is moat, it doesn't make much sense. ”

"It may be possible to delay for a while, but it is difficult to win. ”

"The key is the opponent, and it's not that you can't understand it. ”

"That's right, look at how the magic change is chosen. ”

At this moment, the demon transformation looked at the middle-aged sword cultivator and walked straight away, the anger in his eyes slowly faded, and a cruel expression appeared on his face.

"If you want to procrastinate, you have to have that ability, and I want this seat to give you a chance. ”

The black qi was turbulent and condensed, and the murderous creature shook a few times at will, turning its body into a ten-zhang ink sword along with the black qi.

Of course, the sword cultivator is good at swords, the middle-aged sword cultivator carries a long sword on his back, and when he comes over, he condenses his breath all the way, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal; the demon transformation is not proficient in swordsmanship, but he can change and conjure any sword he wants.

The black qi is tyrannical, the sword body is heavy, and he doesn't know the true face of demon cultivation, which is a magic sword at first glance.

Seeing this scene, the ghosts around who were familiar with its characteristics shook their heads, knowing that there would be no suspense in this competition.

After turning into a sword, he can still speak, and the demon changes his attitude sarcastically.

"You're a sword cultivator, so I'll use the sword to break the sword and get out of the sword, right?"

In his sight, the sword cultivator didn't say a word, nor did he pull out the natal sword behind his back, but took the branch that had just been picked off and swiped it forward.

There are no subtle moves, there is no light of the treasure image, the sword is cultivated, the sword is slender, and the green that symbolizes business is slashed, and it slashes at his opponent without any fancy: the dark and heavy ghost sword, the fierce murderer.

"Ahh

This is the sword.

This is his sword.

This is the sword that Shengshu uses to deal with ghosts.

"You're looking for death!"

Repeatedly humiliated, the pitch-black giant sword could not contain the anger in his heart, and his voice soared again in the roar, and he also did not hesitate to cut forward.

Not only did he want to break the sword, but he also had to split the person who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and even his primordial spirit was locked together, and there was no possibility of escape.

Alas!

When the two swords met, a sigh sounded, and everyone knew that it was difficult for the gods to change the ending.

Laugh at!

The cyan sword was like an oily fish playing in the water, flashing a few times, jumping twice, hissing and slashing, cutting the ink sword into two pieces.

"Uh-huh!"

In the chaotic shouts, the thick ink collapsed, and the two stumps with scales and hairs fell, and the middle was eroded by the mist, and the skin, flesh, scales, and bones melted and dissipated like snow under the spring sun;

Lose both.

The murderous thing that was bent on cutting the opponent into two pieces was cut in half, and the sword cultivator who entered the battle in a slow posture spurted blood and retreated, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

There is a benefit to retreating, and the sword cultivator flew back to approach the mad spirit land, staggered to stabilize his body, and clenched his fists to announce.

"Concession. ”

After that, he turned around and returned to his home formation in the response of countless pairs of eyes, officially announcing the end of this competition.

No one responded to his words.

After some instinctive screams, there was no sound around, only countless pairs of dull eyes.

"Good!"

In the silence, Mei Shuai breathed a sigh of relief and was the first to react.

"Heal and recuperate. ”

It can be seen that although this battle was arranged by him, there is no exact certainty inside, when victory comes, as the commander-in-chief, he should have pretended to be light-hearted, but now he can't contain his spirit, and his speech is a little silent.

"Next!"

With a cry in his mouth, Mei Shuai did not look at those challengers, but threw himself at the god-like backer king.

"That's not right!"

It was only at this time that there were some scattered exclamations around, and in an instant, they were connected together, a group, and affected the entire battlefield.

"yes, this, this, that's not right!"

"How is this possible? How is it possible?"

The cries were frightened but not angry, there were doubts and no anger, and people left the camp struggle behind, and the thoughts in their hearts were the same.

What the hell is going on?

On the mad spirit ground, the figure of the middle-aged sword cultivator was covered by Mulberry Mu, and only his companions were seen, and people had no way to find clues from this, looking at each other blankly, finding, asking, and shouting, hoping that someone would give an answer to what happened just now.

There is no answer, no one has an answer.

The noise continued for a while and then slowly fell silent, and many eyes returned to Mei Shuai, looking at him with a provocative gaze at the king of the backer, full of provocation.

As the commander of the three armed forces, this kind of frivolous demeanor is out of character, but in the current environment of "meat on the table to be slaughtered", especially after experiencing what has just happened, frivolity is no longer frivolous, but high-spirited and extremely sharp.

It's none of his business, the backer king's face is a little good-looking for some reason, but it only lasts for a moment before he recovers and smiles slightly.

"The villain has a will. ”

"You lose, we win. Mei Shuai was also laughing, and simply stated the facts as iron.

The backer king said lightly: "It's just a win or a defeat, why be excited about the big judgment." ”

Mei Shuai pointed to the demon corpse that was about to dissipate, and then pointed to the backer king, repeating what he had just said: "The demon is your person, you lose, we win." ”

The words and deeds seemed to have deep meaning, and some people around them saw the abnormality and began to think about it in their hearts.

The previous challenge came abruptly, but in fact broke the embarrassing deadlock, and the result seemed ordinary, but in fact it was not normal.

The so-called strong, asking, and martial heart are words that can only be spoken in a high-sounding manner when there is no conflict of interest. In normal times, the ghost king joined forces to hang people and cultivate people, in order to obtain benefits from them, and a few brave and reckless attempts to meddle in this kind of thing are tantamount to death.

The current situation is different, the challenge first can not only maintain face, but also further strengthen your own military appearance, you can test the depth of people's cultivation, you can use this to suppress Tucci, and you can even just, a little bit of weakness.

What does that mean compared to winning or losing in the end?

After listening to Meishuai's words, the backer king was a little displeased and decided to hit him.

"Look around, and the judge knows if he should be so happy. ”

Jian Xiu slashed the demon transformation with one sword, and at the same time, another fact was also happening, in just a few moments, two more groups of ghost kings led the command, and the team of challengers also increased by four.

Kill one, come to a group, and you can see at a glance which side is more worthy of such an exchange.

"This sentence has always been aware. ”

Mei Shuai looked at the king of the backer and said with emotion: "You, elephant body rat gall"

"A battle of tongues. ”

Realizing that there was no advantage to the argument, the backer king waved his hand lightly and looked sideways to the right.

"People are cunning, tricks, and they dare to deceive me for being incompetent in just one win or defeat, and you are conceited that you are brave here, can you say anything about this?"

Hearing this, Mei Shuai shook her head again and again, secretly thinking that it was a pity that this product could not open the altar, and she was born to be good at demagogy.

Sure enough, as soon as the words of the backer king were finished, in his sight, the group of challengers who were a little depressed were angry and rushed to be the first.

"What is the first thing for the seeker? This king has the responsibility of domination, and if he can't be happy on the battlefield with the shackles, he will be empty. ”

Under the disdainful gaze of the handsome and human cultivators, the king of the backer looked regretful and full of emotion.

"Next. ”

"I know him, I definitely don't have such strength, and I definitely can't use such a sword!"

The challenge continued, and all eyes around him were drawn to both sides of the battle, and this side of Tucci had long been unable to hold back, and at the great risk of being seen through, he denounced Thirteen Lang in his heart.

"It's you, it's you, it must be you!"

As the only underworld powerhouse other than human cultivation who has participated in two battles and is still alive, Tucci's words are well-founded. A year after he landed, he suspected that the man he was looking for was hidden among the eight hundred monks, and he searched one by one. With his ability, Mei Shuai and the others probably can't prevent peeping, and there is nothing they can do about this kind of thing; it is no exaggeration to say that except for a few people such as Mei Shuai, Tucci knows everything here, in a word.

"The problem is with the branch, definitely. ”

Not afraid of Thirteen Lang's denial, Tucci swore and said: "That sword is strange, there is sword intent in it that does not belong to him, and this seat is coming again!"

In the sight, the second Yokonuma jumped out first, and the beautiful handsome here casually called out a sword cultivator as usual, and the sword cultivator behaved exactly the same as the previous middle-aged man, picking a branch casually, and then going into battle.

"Oh no," Tucci exclaimed.

"Don't scream, you're not alone. ”

Tucci's attitude made Thirteen Lang not very happy, and after stopping it, he said lightly: "What's the bad, which side are you on?"

Tuqi froze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Thirteen Lang slowed down his voice and said: "Luo Sang's branch hides sword intent, but unfortunately there is no way for everyone to slowly refine it and truly turn it into their own. Nowadays, most of them are one-time use, and they are not compatible with the sword nature of the sword monk body, and the effect of hurting others and hurting oneself is actually not good. ”

His voice was full of regret, and Thirteen Lang said, "Time is in a hurry, so it can only be like this." ”

Tucci keenly grasped the gist of it, and asked hesitantly, "You said that most of them mean that there are many sword intents?"

"Three thousand sword kills, all for my use. ”

"If you don't blow it, you can die!"

"Then it depends on it, provided that you play 3,000 games. ”

"Uh" Tucci realized that he couldn't solve this question, and asked again: "This sword intent is ready-made, not yours?"

Thirteen Lang was a little helpless, and asked rhetorically: "Let's not talk about whether I have that ability, if it's mine, what do you want to do with the branches, why don't you hide it directly in the sword." ”

This explanation is very reasonable, borrowing branches to hide swords, and it is obvious that it is easy to cause conjecture.

Tucci realized that he had made a fool and said indignantly: "I just bragged that I was on the right track, why don't you take it off and hide it in advance, although it is weird, it is better than picking it now." ”

Thirteen Lang replied: "The method of hiding the sword has just begun, and many problems have not yet been solved, so you can understand that you can only hide one sword at a time. ”

This statement should be understood the other way around, that is, it is not.

Tucci muttered like this, and then asked, "The sword intent is ready-made, and the power is so great, it seems to be able to be cast at any time, whose hand is it?"

When he asked a question, Tucci couldn't help but look left and right, but he couldn't find "the hidden kendo power", but witnessed the second murderous creature being killed with a sword, and the ending was exactly the same as the magic transformation.

This time, Mei Shuai didn't ask what the backer king meant, and announced it loudly.

"Next. ”

"I'm coming!"

I have to say that the murderous creatures in the underworld are different from human cultivation, after committing a crime, they rushed forward knowing that there were ghosts, and as soon as Mei Shuai's voice fell, the third ghost thing stood up again, causing Tuqi to shake his head frequently, and he was indignant in his heart.

"The backer king is exact, what is this thing called!"

"Pay attention to the position. "Thirteen Lang never forgot to remind him, as if he really took Tuqi as his own.

Tucci argued: "It's just a matter of facts. If this continues, although there are more and more people, the morale of the army is unstable!"

"It's your turn to worry about him. ”

Thirteen Lang sneered: "If you were him, what would you do without figuring out the meaning of the sword for one-time use, the specific quantity, and the maximum power?"

Tucci fell silent before he said in a half-loud voice: "Can it only be human lives to pile up?" This kind of sword intent asks you, since there are such 3,000 people hidden, why don't you just open it up and kill all sides. ”

"Three thousand?" Thirteen Lang laughed and said, "Three thousand monks who killed the realm with one sword, do you think it is possible?"

"I don't think I can't, but"

"And you are mistaken, there are really so many people, and you should also kill a few strong people on the other side first, so as not to be damaged when the army kills indiscriminately. ”

"Mean, insidious, cunning, shameless"

"Don't make a fuss. ”

Unwilling to talk nonsense with him, Thirteen Lang responded: "Hello, the owners of these sword intents are long gone, and the most recent ones have been dead for sixty years. ”

"What do you mean?" said Tuqi, looking slightly confused.

"When people fall, the sword intent will last forever in the heavens and the earth, and only those who are really obsessed with the sword can leave the sword intent.

"After death, a sword intent kills the robbery realm, and you take out the sword intent left by thousands of such people, you are really immortals. "Tucci couldn't believe it at all.

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "It's not what you think. Among the sword cultivators who left sword intent, the vast majority of them were similar to the group of people in front of them, otherwise, they would not be able to bear it at all. ”

The reason makes sense, but from the point of view of the result, it is so ridiculous that it cannot be discussed, Tucci said angrily: "You treat me as a fool, cultivate as a habitat, and after death, the sword intent can kill and rob the realm"

"You still don't understand. Thirteen Lang said: "The sword intent left behind by Jian Xiu when he died is not necessarily strong, but it is the essence of their body, the most pure and unsullied. The king of the sword summoned them, accepted them with a peerless sword, and then tempered them with the furnace of heaven and earth and the true fire of the golden crow for sixty years. ”

"Take out just one of the few, who can do it? This kind of sword intent is used to kill these chickens and dogs, to be honest, I feel pity. ”

The voice revealed emotion, and Thirteen Lang said faintly: "The gentleman is a sword, and he is naturally arrogant, and only the king of the sword can drive them to return to the battlefield." ”

"The king of the sword, where is it?" Tucci caught the key point again, and hurriedly asked without being shocked.

"You know. "Like the previous time, at the critical moment, Thirteen Lang served behind closed doors.

"I said you" Tucci was a little speechless, and said stupidly: "I said that you are a strange person, and you are not afraid to say all this for some reason."

To be fair, Tucci's words are rare, not a point, at least the intentions are good, of course, it may also be that he deliberately did this, in exchange for goodwill at no price, but unfortunately it backfired, only in exchange for a sneer from Shisanlang.

"What will it be, anti-water?"

Thirteen Lang sneered, his voice was faint, and he was indescribably proud and disdainful: "Tucci, when dealing with me, you must first understand a fact. ”

Tucci's voice was slightly deep, and he asked rhetorically, "What is it?"

Instinctively told him that most of the next words were earth-shattering, and they didn't sound very good.

Sure enough, Thirteen Lang's words were so ugly that they couldn't be heard.

"The opponent I'm worried about hasn't shown up at all, as for the challengers in front of me, Liuao, the Ghost King, the Backer King or something, and this messenger in charge"

Thinking that there was nothing to say, Thirteen Lang raised his face and looked at the sky, and shook his head silently.

"Forget it. ”

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